I feel.
I feel tired?
I feel upset?
I feel...
Do I feel? Anything?
Is there anything I want to feel?
I've only been told tall tales of happiness. Of crushes come to pass.
But what's the point, of happiness so pure that it breaks your heart?
Is it worth the risk of heartbreak, of love that only lasts through tears.
I don't want to feel if it's like that.
This poem is about:
Me